Feb 14 2024 2 mins 4
This cool breeze by the river bank.
A great blue heron feeding in the shallows.
The pilated woodpecker serenading the forest with its haunting song.
I think I need one hundred days like this!
Slowly, ever so slowly. Here. Now. This!
Bit by bit and little by little, I feel a twinge of what may be life.
A steady erosion has happened in me.
It’s taken time to do this damage.
It will take more time to regain what’s been lost.
The locust have ravaged much I feel now.
Sad stories, and far too many of them, have layered my heart with deep grief.
I think I need one hundred days like this.
But today, I just may have felt my heart again.
As I let this breeze wash over me, is this a baptism of love?
And as silence does what only the deep quiet does,
I sit here and stay here for a while this beautiful morn.
Soaking. Marinating. Feasting . Healing.
